Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1600

Freddy usually displayed a good attitude towards women, and he was a gentleman in their eyes. Even if he disliked a girl, his kindness would never be absent.

The only exceptions were Rosalie, who had stalked Bruno until their dormitory, and the girl filled with frothy nonsense before his eyes, Qiana.

If she wasn't his cousin, Freddy would've taken action by now.

However, Qiana wasn't one to know how to quit as she continued to run her mouth.

"You're in a world of make-believe, thinking that you treat her so well and affectionately. But does she look at you? No. For someone who doesn't have an ounce of importance in his crush's heart, who are you to lecture me? Are there no beautiful girls in your school that you have to go look for one in a high school? That aside, I wouldn't wonder if a brick fell on your head if you have a crush on some beautiful, slender girl, or, at the very least, someone ordinary. I can't believe you have a thing for fatty!" "You shut the f*ck up, Qiana Alston!" Freddy had enough of her diatribe. He slammed the table and sprung to his feet.

As they caused quite a ruckus, Laura and her husband ran out of the kitchen to see what had happened.

As soon as they came out, they saw Freddy and Qiana quarreling, with the latter cursing abominably at him.

"Why should I shut up? Hell, so you can lecture me, but I'm not allowed to return the courtesy? Who are you to slam the table and challenge me, huh, Freddy? Was I wrong? Mashauva is a fatty. Don't tell me you actually like her?! With how she looks like, even if she becomes an adult, no one will like-"

Slap!

Freddy allowed his anger to get the best of him.

He slapped Qiana in the face.

Even doing so wasn't enough to subside the anger within him as his chest continued to heave.

His palm throbbed with pain; the force was so hard that Qiana fell to the ground. Flabbergasted and reeling in disbelief, Qiana couldn't believe her cousin actually slapped her so mercilessly.

Ears buzzing, cheek burning, Qiana was stunned for more than ten seconds before she reached for her face. The slightest bit of touch was enough for her to grit her teeth in pain. "Freddy, how dare you hit me?!"

She burst into tears. "I'm going to call my dad, and I'm going to tell your mom you slapped me!"

Freddy snorted. "Go ahead; be my guest. Here's your phone. Call them now. I'll call them too after you're done. Then we'll pack up and go home straight. Forget about using their car; we'll get a taxi instead." Qiana was stupefied to learn the plan he had been brewing all this while. If she and Freddy were to leave after their ruckus, that would only give Mashauva and Bruno more alone time.

She'd joined this trip because of Bruno, so how could she return empty-handed? If her friends found out about it, they'd only ridicule her.

With that thought, Qiana stood up and dashed upstairs, tears still pouring down her face.

Laura and her husband exchanged glances, taken aback by the major dispute.

After a while, Laura came forward.

"Take a deep breath. Young girls like her will sometimes say whatever comes to mind. You-"

"She's no longer little."

Freddy's voice was cold, deadpan as he said, "Madam, please keep what you've heard and seen today from Mashauva. I'll handle it." Nodding, Laura assured, "Okay, don't worry. I'm sworn to secrecy."

She had heard Qiana's words loud and clear. She wasn't fond of the girl, for her words were harsh to the ears, and she had no verbal filter.

However, no one should have spoken in this manner. If one said whatever they wanted out loud, how would others feel? Mashauva was as much of a young girl as Qiana. If she had heard Qiana's words and taken them to heart, how was she to live in the future?

What would've otherwise been a joyful life could easily be destroyed by a single sentence.

Therefore, Laura could not bring herself to like Qiana.

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However, she felt bad for the girl when she saw her on the ground because of Freddy's slap. That proved how important parenting was to a child, and this was the result of bad parenting. Fortunately, it was only her cousin this time, and it was only a slap.

Had she really provoked some ferocious people one day, it would not have been as simple as a slap in the face.

"Thank you."

After thanking Laura, Freddy went upstairs to

calm down.

Bruno and Mashauva, on the other hand, had no idea such a huge incident had occurred after they left.

The snowfall that day was not as heavy as it had been the day before, but the snow on the ground was still just as thick. At first, Bruno wanted to carry Mashauva, and she was willing to do him the honor. However, as soon as she was on Bruno's back, she slipped down again, intending to walk by herself.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Mashauva shook her head. "I just wanted to walk by myself and see what it feels like to have snow crunching under my feet."

After that, Mashauva stepped on the snow excitedly, her boots crunching in the snow, surprisingly therapeutic.

"Get on my back later when you're tired."

Mashauva did not speak, nor did she climb on Bruno's back.

With that, Bruno was absolutely sure something had happened to her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at the back of Mashauva's head.

"What happened last night?"

Shocked, she turned to glance at him in hysteria before turning back. Did she look like she was behaving strangely? Did she not look excited when she stomped her feet on the snow? Why would he ask so? "You don't have to be afraid. You can tell me whatever happened. I've got your back."

"No one can bully you with me around."

Hearing that, Mashauva felt a

tingling sensation in her nose, but she thought of how Freddy had gone to comfort her the night before. Despite bumping into the corner of the table, he held back the pain and talked to her.

Mashauva couldn't let his kindness be in vain.

Hence, she shook her head. "No one did. I just don't like Qiana."

"Yeah? Why?"

There had to be a reason behind it. After all, Mashauva was easy to get along with as she was the happy-go-lucky type.

With haste, Mashauva churned out in her mind some stuffs to tattle about Qiana. Finally, she thought of something and blurted out.

"I don't think she dresses well, and she's not gentle, so I don't like her." "That's it?" "Also, I don't like the way she speaks. We got down the ear for hot chocolate, but she stayed in the car I don't like that either!"

The more she said, the more Mashauva found that if she disapproved of someone, she could really pinpoint endless faults on them. How had she not discovered that before? "Regardless, I just don't like her. Not even the slightest bit, so I don't want to be in the same room as her."